Revenge After Death

Chapter 527

The screen read, "The president of Crowdstar Group is a genius. They have a social communication disorder and are introverted in nature. They also have not made any public appearances."

I looked toward Steven. "What's the point of this clue?"

Steven didn't reply.

"Why is the mastermind going to such lengths to locate the president of a company?" Eason was still holding onto the killer with one hand. He looked up at the screen quizzically.

Joel explained, "This is just the beginning. The president of Crowdstar Group invested a huge amount of capital into Genome Society in recent years.

"It's a very well-respected conglomerate, and the organization wouldn't let anything happen to their money bank. The Rebels want to use this against them."

In this game, the first thing on the Rebels' agenda was to catch the president of Crowdstar Group to provoke the organization.

"Then they should've given us some useful information," Eason complained. "The information on the board is redundant. How else could he have stayed so hidden if he weren't a genius with SCD?

"The way I see it, the president isn't just an introvert. He's probably a disfigured man with a horrible personality. Let's just pick out people with defects on their body from the crowd."

Joel kicked him as soon as he finished talking.

Eason was extremely mad. "What's wrong with you? Why are you always getting physical?"

Joel rubbed his chin like an old man and started analyzing the situation. "In my opinion, the president is a genius and a remarkable person. His looks should be well above average. He should at least be as good- looking as me."

Eason rolled his eyes at him. "Brat. You were still in diapers when Crowdstar Group was formed. Besides, neither your iris nor your palm was recognized by the system yesterday. Stop dreaming about it."

Joel shot Eason a boastful look. "What do you know?"

I looked at Joel and then back at Steven with a quizzical gaze.

Steven avoided my gaze. He lowered his head and picked at the gauze on his palm.

I smacked his hand. "Why are you picking at your wound? Do you want it to heal slower?"

He brightened up at my scolding. His smile was... captivating.

I grunted. That tactic wouldn't work on me. "Don't touch your wound. Can you feel your fingers now?"

I grabbed his hand and carefully played with his fingers. I touched them one by one and asked if he felt anything.

Due to his injury, his fingertips were all bruised. It was heartbreaking to see.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

"I can feel them if I do this." He reached out with his injured hand and touched my face before touching my waist.

How could he flirt like that? Was he crazy?

"Have some shame. This is a public area." Joel rolled his eyes at Steven.

"She's my legally wedded wife." Steven pulled me into his embrace and planted a kiss on my forehead in front of everyone.

That action wasn't aimed at aggravating Joel, it was meant to provoke everyone else. This included Michael, who was not far away, as well as the glaring Jimmy.

"Steven Lincoln, I realized that you—" I lifted my head to tell him off, and he immediately lowered his to kiss me instead.

My brain went haywire. Something was off. What was he feeling guilty about?

"Come on, man... Are you seeing yourself?" Joel was annoyed. He turned around and kicked the killer. " Your existence annoys me."

The killer was still focused on figuring out how to lure the mastermind behind Huma's serial killing cases out of hiding.